Words: Bianco da Siena, d. 1434; trans. Richard Frederick Littledale, Jr., 1867, alt.

Music: English folk tune, harm. Ralph Vaughan Williams, 1906

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Come down, O love divine,
seek thou this soul of mine,
and visit me with thine own passion glowing;
O Comforter, draw near,
within my heart appear,
and kindle it, thy holy flame bestowing.

O let it freely burn,
till earthly passions turn
to dust and ashes in its heat consuming;
and let thy glorious light
shine ever on my sight,
and clothe me 'round, the while my path illuming.

Let holy love to thee
mine outward vesture be,
and lowliness become mine inner clothing;
true lowliness of heart,
which takes the humbler part,
and for its own shortcomings weeps with sorrow.

And so the yearning strong,
to which the soul will long,
shall far surpass the pow'r of human telling;
for none can know its grace,
till Christ create a place
wherein the Holy Spirit makes a dwelling.